The lockdown stretched into the next full day and showed no signs of ending soon. Streets remained blocked, sirens wailed in the distance, and the city felt like it had shut down completely. We had Dr. Hale’s apartment all to ourselves, and the air between the three of us crackled with raw, unspoken hunger. Every glance, every accidental brush of skin made my body burn. My panties stayed soaked from morning until night.
All day the teasing turned filthier and more relentless. In the kitchen while I tried to make coffee, Dr. Hale came up behind me, pressed his tall, fit body against my back, and slid one hand straight under the loose shorts I was wearing. His long fingers found my dripping slit and rubbed slow, firm circles around my swollen c**t while his deep voice whispered hot against
